Page 84 of Blindside Me
Her eyes soften. “I’m not asking you to.”
But that’s the thing … she doesn’t have to ask. Just being with her divides me. Splits my focus. Makes me question everything I thought I wanted. And I’ve never been anything but single-minded when it comes to my goals.
Until now. Until her.
I kiss her again, but it’s different this time. Slower. Deeper. My hands slide down to her hips, lifting her easily. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I press her back against the wall, supporting her weight. We fit together perfectly, and the realization sends a jolt through me.
“Drew,” she gasps against my mouth.
I trail kisses down her neck, breathing in the vanilla scent of her skin. She’s so goddamn delicious smelling. I grip herthighs and hold her against me. The heat of her body permeating through our clothes is hot, but it’s the subtle shift of her hips seeking friction that leaves me moaning. The rush hits so hard my ribs ache.
I can’t have her, not fully, not here, not like this. But I can worship her and claim her in other ways. Show her what she does to me. What shemeansto me.
“You undo me,” I murmur against her throat. “Everything I thought I knew. Everything I thought I wanted.”
Her fingers weave through my hair, yanking hard enough to make me gasp. I look up at her, and fucking hell, those eyes, blue like a summer sky, but darker, hungrier. She’s got this quiet power in her like she could ruin me with a glance, but instead, she’s choosing not to. Yet.
“I’m not asking for forever,” she says, her voice low, teasing. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and I’m already half-hard just from that little fucking move.
“That’s the problem,” I growl, pressing my forehead to hers. Her breath hitches, warm and sweet, against my mouth. “I’m starting to think hockey isn’t enough.”
Her eyes widen, and fuck, I love that look. Thatshock. Like she’s just realized she’s got me by the balls, literally.
“You’re serious,” she whispers, her hands sliding down to my shoulders, her nails digging in just enough to leave marks.
I don’t answer with words. Instead, I slam her back against the wall of the storage room, my hands cupping her face, thumbs brushing over her cheekbones. She’s soft, so fucking smooth, but there’s steel underneath. I can feel it in the way she arches into me, her hips grinding against mine.
“I was so goddamn pissed when I found out you were the Coach’s niece,” I admit, my voice rough. “Thought you’d be a distraction.”
She stiffens for a second, but then she grins, that fucking wicked grin that drives me insane. “And now?”
“Now,” I growl, my lips brushing hers, “you’re the only thing I want.”
Her hands slide down my chest, over the hard lines of my abs. She doesn’t stop until she’s palming the bulge in my jeans, and holy fuck, I nearly lose it right there.
“If we do this…” she starts, her voice trembling slightly.
“Your uncle will kill me,” I finish for her, my breath hitching as she rubs me through the denim. “My teammates will never let me hear the end of it.”
She shrugs, her hand moving to my belt buckle, popping it open with a practiced ease that makes me jealous of every guy who came before me. “Are you ready for that?”
I should say no. I should walk away, pull my shit together, and get back to the rink. But then her fingers are slipping inside my waistband, wrapping around my cock, and all rational thought evaporates.
“Fuck no,” I groan, my hips thrusting into her hand. “But I’m tired of holding back. I’m all in, Trouble.”
“Good.” She laughs, a low, throaty sound that goes straight to my dick. “It’s about time you caught up.”
Then she’s on me. Her mouth crashes into mine. She slides her tongue against my lips until I let her in. She tastes so goddamn good, there isn’t anywhere else I’d rather be.
I lift her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, and carry her to the nearest flat surface. It’s not romantic, but neither are we. She doesn’t seem to care. Her hands are already tearing at my shirt, pulling it over my head, and then her nails are scraping down my chest, leaving red trails that sting in the best way.
“You’re a mess,” she whispers against my neck, her teeth grazing my skin.
“You fucking love it,” I rasp, my hands sliding under her shirt, finding the clasp of her bra. It’s a cheap move, but I don’t care. I need to feel her skin against mine.
She gasps as I unhook it, her breasts spilling into my hands. They’re perfect. All soft and full. Her nipples harden under my touch. I lean down, taking one into my mouth, sucking hard enough to make her cry out.
“Jesus,” she moans, her fingers tangling in my hair again, pulling hard.
